Lyrics:
the line you better park up
someone said what - when - lemme na start up
Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday and Monday drove to South to link marjay
Wednesday
true or am I full of bad weed?
You place the judgment, you make the decision
But even so, death is my ambition
I'm the South Park psycho, I'm
my hood
Late night by the bail I'ma make the mail
Then think they tell, should of knew they would
Should of understood how it go, nigga see me bout
Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food
Clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that
That philosophising
teeny-tiny Sweat
He biting bitches by the neck
Got my fucking dick as long as
Lists of shit I should regret
I'm just a little bit depressed
That's why
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A mothafuckin once again
[Chorus: OFI]
Each and every day
We be liven it up
West Coast South Side
We be
Follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
the things I write
Until you spend a night in the South Park twilight
I'm steadily trying to reach my black folks
But all you want to see is a nigga
the life of the trill?
Pigs and snitches get along 'cause they squeal
Chorus (2x)
3,2,1
<sounds of door closing in prison>
(Inmate)
South Park
deep in my blood
My music is the man and the man
Was made that way where I'm from
Sleep in the south gun
Six 45 bullets like it is Tombstone
(I guess
said?)
On the scale I'm too various to measure
All my soldiers, they walk nda step with me (walk)
From the trenches to the park benches
No one can
Over in Smyrna
Over in Smyrna
Over in Smyrna catch me lurking with my Mexicans
Ask anybody that know me, that be my next of kin
My other brother
felt pity
My cold thoughts evolve around New York City
Evidence sir in the tunnel where the train enter
Be the gat from the old time eighty six
to park at
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Unky in the kitchen whipping in
A Chrome Heart mask (Phew, phew)
Chop with the telescope'll send 'em
Where the stars at (Pow pow)
move this weight, got me hurtin my core
(My core)
(I got soldiers at your door and they ready for war)
Diamonds are wet I'm wetter
(Uh)
Bitch wanna ride
behind our actions
Blame us but also blame you too for what happens
Sparking interest as a threat really what that pig meant
Is that I was profiled by my
vest
In vest in something to protect your head and your chest
East to the west
Down south we make boss moves
Boyz will cross u
Where my goons
They
south niggas show me love
And the muthafuckin' gifts dancin' in the club
That's game
Game that's my thang
And it ain't no rules when you in this
feet wet . Treat yo bitch just like a dog and told her lean back . Doggy turned into a lumberjack like, where the trees at?? I popped a rhino pill by
the east coast
My homies ride
My soldiers ready to go to war on the south side
Putting my homies on,
I'm holding on
remaining strong
They got a gang in every
and go
wanna take shots
but ain't got the angle
still I focus
they ain't in the frame though
when it was my time
I looked around like
where they go
I been
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
reveal our own estilo
Lets go bouncin' by the ounces and we drop it by the kilo
Ain't no need for all this envy
Let me get my automatic gettin' rid
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